Masked and Unmasked

MASKED

What truth

Lies hidden

Behind your

Social mask?

Bear …December 1, 2015
masked ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Unmasked ⓒBearspawprint2015
Bear … January 20, 2015

Unmasked ⓒBearspawprint2015

Unmasked ⓒBearspawprint2015

Bear … January 2,0 2015
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Wa Ya

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Wa Ya ⓒBearspawprint2015  03.23.2015

Wa Ya ⓒBearspawprint2015 03.23.2015

Wa Ya = Wolf  using  Tsalagi (Cherokee) Syllabary   03.23.2015

Wa Ya = Wolf using Tsalagi (Cherokee) Syllabary 03.23.2015

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WEST RISING SUN

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WEST RISING SUN
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When the Sun
Rises in the West,
All Trees shall
Uproot themselves,
And pivot
One hundred and
Eighty degrees.
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At this time
People will learn
That trees have
A back and a front.
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People will learn
That trees
Understand people.
Trees understand
Patience and time.
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Trees understand
Directions,
And gravity,
And altitude,
And nutrition,
And conservation,
And chemistry,
And the wondrous
Mystery of Water.
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When the Trees
Turn their backs
On What Was,
Facing full front
What will be;
At that time,
Cruel enchantments
Shall be broken,
And captive Dryade
Shall all be set free.
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Bear … 01.24.2015
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West Rising Sun ⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-24  click to enlarge

West Rising Sun ⓒBearspawprint2015 2015-01-24 click to enlarge

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Hot July and Cooling Sacred Rain

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July the air is too warm

July I am too hot

Hot hot burning hot

Sweltering and useless

All movement requires more

Energy than can be spared

From the flames burning

The heat melting asphalt

Cheeses puddling crayons

And lipstick and candy

Have become new mediums

For painting textured

Art so hot so hot so hot

Evaporating ponds

Turning mud roads

Into deep sand traps

Sweat and sand

Swimming waters

Too warm and dangerous

Brew of bacteria and

Ameoba and chemical runoff

Too hot July

Of difficult

Summer births

Of sweet Cancer babies

And joyful thoughtful Cancer children

Who become loving

Kind generous Cancer adults

But oh I am so hot

With my nerves extending

Almost two centimeters

Beyond the surface of my skin

I force myself to walk

Staggering

A trail of

Steam and smoke

As I burn on the inside

With burning

Searing Grace

Flames dancing across

My vision

My body burning

With strange fevers

Unable to cool myself

I burn so hot too warm

The steaming pounding

Rain all gone

Until heralded by

Lightening and constant

Thunder glorious

Rain will come again

And amid the

Flashing bolts

The thunders roar

The rushing winds

I shall be soothed

By the cooling Sacred Rain

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Bear …. 07.04.2014
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JULY ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014

JULY ⓒ Bearspawprint 2014

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